A Pet for the Dragons

176.

ZORGE

"She's bleeding a lot," I muttered, pressing a cloth against her wound, hoping it would be enough to stop it, but the cloth was instantly drenched in her blood. It made me panic for a bit.

I was the only one looking after her while Radrox was busy preparing for all of us to leave. I knew he wanted to be beside me, checking on Arika again, but it was stressing him out. Instead, he chose to pack so we could leave this place as soon as possible—this is what I wanted the most, too.

I kept glancing at the door, waiting for Ivret to return with medicine for Arika. However, it was taking him too long. For a moment, I wondered if Mavie had something to do with his delay.

I was still shocked by what had happened in the garden. My brain refused to accept the fact that she had let us go so easily. There must've been something else she had planned for us. We needed to be careful, but at the same time, Arika needed to be saved.

Seeing her lose so much blood so rapidly was stressing me out. She was so pale, and her whole body was freezing cold. I moved her closer to he hearth, hoping it would be enough to keep her warm, but nothing seemed to be working, and this was starting to scramble my brain.

"What's taking him so—" I hissed, but was interrupted when the door flung open and Ivret walked in, looking red and angry, but he was carrying a lot of medicinal things. Before I could say anything, another dragon entered— someone possibly from the court.

"Who is that?" I questioned, "And why is he here?"

My questions were ignored entirely as Ivret got to work on Arika immediately. Meanwhile, the other dragon stood by Ivret's side, overseeing everything. I didn't take my eyes off of him because his presence seemed ominous. I sensed curiosity and tension in the new dragon as he watched Ivret operate on Arika.

She had a deep wound in her pelvis, and I could almost see her intestines. The sight made me sick, but it didn't seem to matter to Ivret as he started cleaning the wound and checking the internal organs before sewing her up.

"She has lost a lot of blood," I whispered, constantly checking her pulse to ensure that she was still with us. Whenever her pulse dropped, my panic rose a notch. My dragon was restless inside me, needing to do something for her, yet we were all clueless.

I just wanted her to live. I wanted her to open her striking blue eyes and look at me again. That was all I wished for. Her silence, increasingly resembling a corpse with each second, knotted my stomach.

"I know," Ivret muttered under his breath while his hands moved swiftly. All I could do was put all my trust in him to save her. It made me feel even more helpless. It triggered a very primal part of me that was deeply ashamed for not being able to do anything for her in this moment.

"We have fresh blood in the—"

"I don't need anything from you," Ivret spat at the dragon. I immediately sensed his annoyance along with his rage. Ivret was still brimming with the rage he had shown in the garden. It had surprised me a lot. I had never seen him so angry that he killed another by draining their life force. The scene was haunting, and it would be a subject of my nightmares for the rest of my life.

He had performed a forbidden kind of magic. I wondered if he would be punished for it, especially for doing the magic on the Arch Mage. It was another thing that was lingering in my head and adding more to my anxiety. Mavie might use this against us. I didn't have a good feeling about it.

"Did Mavie send you?" I asked the dragon. The sight of him enraged me, even though he didn't seem to be involved in what had happened earlier. The sole fact that he worked for Mavie was enough to make my dragon thirsty for his blood. I wanted to throw him out of our room.